Chapter 84 The Unfavored Young Master and the Fake Daughter
“Do you miss me so much?” The old lady looked at him in astonishment.
The old man who had been prosperous for most of his life seemed to be sentenced to death by his own son at this moment.
Not even given a chance to struggle.
"It's not that I miss you so much, it's just the fact that I am thirty years old, not a minor, nor a fledgling boy. Since I still have some affection in my heart, I will come back to see you, and you will accept it. "Look, there is really no need to act involuntarily when you see me, as if you are the victim of the whole thing."
"You said that as long as I come back, you want me to forgive you after I come back," Ji Mingzong's tone did not change his emotions at all because of the long words.
On the contrary, he looked calm: "I am obviously the one who has no control over myself and has no right to choose. How come you have become the victim now? You are eighty years old. Is it because of me that you are only eighty years old?" ”
"It's not necessarily because you are eighty years old that I should forgive you for what you did to me. If you don't raise a child, you are in vain as a mother."
"Third Master," the old lady turned pale with anger. When Shu Wen saw this, he felt panicked. He walked over to support the person and called him pleadingly.
Trying to get him to stop talking.
Ji Mingzong was not ready to let it go. This anger was far from enough to express his intensity when he learned that this old pious woman had arranged a marriage for Ji Lan. He stared at her: "I thought you called me back to settle this bowl." The water thing turns out to be to fill one’s own debts.”
"Mingzong, you are my son, will I harm you?"
"You won't harm me, not because you are so kind, but because morality and law don't allow you to do so. You won't harm me, but do you love me?"
"How could I not love you?" The old lady spoke urgently, her heart trembling with every word she said.
"Then do you love me?" Ji Mingzong asked.
"You are my son, the flesh and blood I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy. How could I not love you."
"Why say so many high-sounding words? You just answer, love it or not."
"Love," the old lady was led by Ji Mingzong, and he easily led this scheming old woman into the trap.
As soon as the old lady's word "love" came out.
Ji Mingzong laughed lightly: "Love me? Then give me Hengli."
Almost instantly, the loud arguments between you and me stopped instantly.
Even Shu Wen beside him broke out in a thin layer of cold sweat.
The tense attitude of the mother and son made the air around them freeze.
It's so dense that not even a mosquito can fly in.
The flashes of swords and swords between you and me are all filled with blood, but this blood belongs to the old lady.
The old lady suddenly came to her senses and realized that Ji Mingzong had suppressed her emotions and walked away, and gently stroked Shu Wen's hand away.
Come back to consciousness.
"Are you coming back for Hengli?"
"Of course not," Ji Mingzong replied to her: "It's to maintain the relationship between mother and son with you, but no matter what, every time you see me, you are either weighing or testing, weighing the balance between your three sons, and testing my feelings. The level of loyalty of the Ji family.”
"Are you tired?" Ji Mingzong asked softly.
Finally, before the old lady could answer, a sarcastic laugh sounded briefly in the quiet living room.
A pair of sharp eyes grabbed her tightly, not missing the slightest change on her face, and the silence was breathless: "I'm tired, don't test her in the future, it's just that I don't want anything."
After saying that, Ji Mingzong strode away and slammed the door.
When there was a bang, the old lady fell down on the sofa as if all the muscles and bones in her body had been ripped away.
From crying silently to bursting into tears.
Shu Wen had been following her for decades and had never seen this delicate and dignified old man look like this.
Mother and son were so torn apart that they didn't know how to comfort them for a while.
"He is my biological son, how could he say such cruel words."
Shu Wen squatted next to the sofa and comforted her: "The third master may be in a bad mood today. It'll be fine if he lets it go. Don't take it to heart." "I never come back from family gatherings. In the past, I didn't stay overnight when I came to visit. In his heart, the Ji family is no longer home. "
"Aren't you in the United States?" When Ji Mingzong appeared at the Beijing-Hong Kong Club, Zhao Jiahuai felt as if he had seen a ghost.
Sit up from the sofa.
When her eyes fell on his face, she was startled. The clouds were so dark that they could scare people to death: "What's wrong? What happened?"
"It's okay, do you have any wine?"
"Stop drinking. Meng Qinghe just called me and said that you have been traveling around the United States for a week. Drink some tea to nourish your stomach."
Zhao Jiahuai walked to the tea table and put water to make tea. Ji Mingzong frowned and leaned on the Taishi chair, his face tense, his dark eyes full of trouble, and the only sound of the kettle could be heard in the quiet office.
Zhao Jiahuai took out the cigarette and held it to his lips. Seeing Ji Mingzong like this, he didn't even dare to use the lighter.
"Go and find out which hospital the Tang family is in."
"Nanzhou Tang family?" Zhao Jiahuai asked.
"kindness."
"I heard that your old lady has recently been eyeing this fat guy from the Tang family. Is it true? If she can't control you, who else does she want to control?" Zhao Jiahuai lit a cigarette, took a puff, and put the lighter on the table.
Ji Mingzong opened his thin lips, sighed softly, and responded to him in a cold tone: "Ji Lan."
Cough cough cough cough——Zhao Jiahuai choked on a puff of cigarette and coughed violently while half-bent.
"Don't tell me about the sin, you two are so close to each other."
"An unfavored young master from a wealthy family and a fake daughter from a wealthy family, a classic combination of romance novels."
Ji Mingzong glanced over with a cold look, and Zhao Jiahuai talked.
He touched his nose and continued: "Should I say it or not, you both are in trouble."
When Ji Lan woke up, Ji Mingzong was no longer around.
I looked at the time, half past eight.
She rubbed her sleepy head and got up. When she went downstairs, she saw her aunt busy in the kitchen.
"Where is your husband?"
"I didn't see sir when I came."
Ji Lan nodded, poured a glass of water and took a few sips before feeling a little more awake.
As soon as she entered the living room and sat down on the sofa, 256 jumped up and lay on her lap with her tail raised.
Ji Lan reached out and touched its head.
As he was touching it, he caught a glimpse of a document in his bag, a background check on Shi An's boyfriend.
She thought for a moment and kept it useless, just in case she accidentally brought it to the company tomorrow and someone saw it, it would only cause more trouble.
He got up and walked to the yard with the information and asked the bodyguard for a lighter.
ignite, burn out.
The sparks dispersed, Ji Mingzong's car drove in from the yard, and he saw Ji Lan burning something in the distance.
The man pushed the door open and got out of the car, scanning the corners of the A4 paper.
"What to burn?"
"Documents." Ji Lan responded honestly.
Mr. Ji suddenly said: "Polluting the environment!"
Ji Lan glanced at him leisurely: "If you don't take care of me in your pursuit of luxury, it's all because of me that pollutes the environment?"